December 2010
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“And this will be the first time in a week.
That I’ll talk to you and I can’t speak.
It’s been three whole days since I’ve had sleep.
Cause I dream of her lips on your cheek.
I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know I’m not that strong.
I miss the lips that made me fly”
The Bell Jar.
Sylvia Plath has become my new hero. For two days now, I’ve been reading “The Bell Jar” a novel by her, and contemplating what it REALLY means to be happy. It makes me ponder what I REALLY want in my life. For the first time, I don’t feel insane saying I have NO clue what I want to do with my life. Sometimes my life feels like it is locked in a bell jar, and I cannot...